SCENE I.An Apartment in the Palace.
Enter Cleon Strato Lysippus, and Diphilus.
Cleon. The rest are making ready, sir.
Lys. So let them; Theres time enough.
Diph. You are the brother to the king, my lord; Well take your word.
Lys. Strato, thou hast some skill in poetry: What thinkst thou of the masque? Will it be well?
Strat. As well as masque can be.
Lys. As masque can be?
Strat. Yes; they must commend their king, and speak in praise
Of the assembly; bless the bride and bridegroom
person of some god. They are tied to rules
Cle. See, good my lord, who is returnd!
Lys. Noble Melantius! the land, by me,
Welcomes thy virtues home to Rhodes.
Thou, that with blood
abroad buyst us our peace!
The breath of kings is like the breath of gods;
My brother wishd thee here,
and thou art here.
He will be too kind, and weary thee
With often welcomes. But the time doth give thee
welcome above his, or all the worlds.
Mel. My lord, my thanks; but these scratchd limbs of mine
Have spoke my love and truth unto my friends,
than my tongue eer could. My minds the same
It ever was to you: Where I find worth,
I love the keeper
till he let it go,
And then I follow it.
Diph. Hail, worthy brother!
He, that rejoices not at your return
In safety, is mine enemy for ever.
Mel. I thank thee, Diphilus. But thou art faulty;
I sent for thee to exercise thine arms
With me at Patria: Thou
camest not, Diphilus;
Diph. My noble brother, my excuse
Is my kings strict command; which you, my lord,
Can witness with me.
Lys. Tis true, Melantius;
He might not come, till the solemnity
Of this great match was past.
Diph. Have you heard of it?
Mel. Yes. I have given cause to those that envy
My deeds abroad, to call me gamesome:
I have no other
business here at Rhodes.
Lys. We have a masque to-night, and you must tread
A soldiers measure.
Mel. These soft and silken wars are not for me:
The music must be shrill, and all confused,
That stirs my
blood; and then I dance with arms.
But is Amintor wed?
Diph. This day.
Mel. All joys upon him! for he is my friend.
Wonder not that I call a man so young my friend:
is great; valiant he is, and temperate;
And one that never thinks his life his own,
If his friend need it. When
he was a boy,
As oft as I returned (as, without boast,
I brought home conquest) he would gaze upon me,
view me round, to find in what one limb
The virtue lay to do those things he heard.
Then would he wish